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It`s party time! Woooahh it`s party time!

Havin a party c`mon



Yeah yeah Tray Lee nigga ByStorm (ByStorm)

Ain`t no mystery (hah ByStorm)

RNF to death (hah ByStorm)

We just one step beyond (RNF no doubt) hey hey

Yeah (check it out) check it out (c`mon ah hah)

Check it out (c`mon ah hah) check it out (c`mon ah hah)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah



Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew



And everywhere that my crew go

And every hoe that my crew know

And every show that my crew blow

You know we get down, you know we get down



Verse One: Tracey Lee



Hey this is how we get down with no question

Trees in the V.I.P. section, Big Sun sippin on French Connections

Dashin, decked in the latest fashions

Flashin, niggaz spendin tax free cash, ten G stash

Son leavin the club scene smashed, hah

Ass in abundance, run with a sick type

click with mics get in your shit life

so better make sure your shit`s tight

When I bomb, shit is worldwide like dot.com

Known to rock swarms, get up in that ass like

Dong Strongarm in the place at alarming rates

Got a fifth and that`s all it takes

for me to flip won`t slip

Try to front on and get your fronts chipped

Runnin chicks home in plush whips, get a duck sick

Let it be known we got a song that don`t quit



Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew



And every hoe that my crew know

Like Tonya, Michelle, and Nicky

And every show that my crew blow

Like the Apollo, or BET

And everywhere that my crew go

Like Philly, New York, or DC

You know we get down, you know we get down



Verse Two: Tracey Lee



Yeah this is how we get down with no question

Run up in a chicken`s midsection, boom I rock on

from marathons to quick sessions

Menage-a-trois, killin your whole crew

with at least sixteen bars like MC`s supposed to

A real MC, take you, to School like D

I`m Kool like G, in Rap, I use the mic, to rule like a pharoah

Dipped in my Nike apparel, you know we get down

Bad to the bone like marrow chicks

Crack your boom, Tray gets played from the plat the greatest tune

Philly`s in here, been here, lyrics they win here

Why did you go there? I swear

RNF tears the things like that

We breakin your team up like a salary cap, and it don`t stop

until I get the cream like Shaq

Seventeen mil annual, flammable



Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew



And every hoe that my crew know

Like Tasha, Yvette, or Sha-See

And every show that my crew blow

Like the Palladium or MTV

And everywhere that my crew go

Like Atlanta, LA, or Jersey

You know we get down, you know we get down



It`s party time

Ohhhhh yeah, it`s party time, havin a party, c`mon

(repeat 2X)



Verse Three: Tracey Lee



So with no question, hey, lyrics get etched in

stone destined to be, y`all niggaz Jonesin

A threat when, in the zone get protection

duke the best in, my profession

When I ride loops like a stretch Benz, heads get laced

D-Dot keep the chrome cocked, just in case

Tracey Lee rocks son I`m chosen

Whenever we got this party scene live it`s frozen

Whoaaa, time to close in on those who be dozen

Not tryin to hear it, without wine and spirit

Shows continue to blow the venue

With flows that`s sicked than influ-enza

Roll with a squad that injures pretenders

I`m pullin your card, so surrender

Bombard your agenda, at last RNF stash

with more pitch slaughterin, so we be the new world order in



Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew



And everywhere that my crew go

And every hoe that my crew know

And every show that my crew blow

You know we get down, you know we get down

(repeat 2X)

It`s party time! Woooahh it`s party time!

Havin a party c`mon



Yeah yeah Tray Lee nigga ByStorm (ByStorm)

Ain`t no mystery (hah ByStorm)

RNF to death (hah ByStorm)

We just one step beyond (RNF no doubt) hey hey

Yeah (check it out) check it out (c`mon ah hah)

Check it out (c`mon ah hah) check it out (c`mon ah hah)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah



Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew



And everywhere that my crew go

And every hoe that my crew know

And every show that my crew blow

You know we get down, you know we get down



Verse One: Tracey Lee



Hey this is how we get down with no question

Trees in the V.I.P. section, Big Sun sippin on French Connections

Dashin, decked in the latest fashions

Flashin, niggaz spendin tax free cash, ten G stash

Son leavin the club scene smashed, hah

Ass in abundance, run with a sick type

click with mics get in your shit life

so better make sure your shit`s tight

When I bomb, shit is worldwide like dot.com

Known to rock swarms, get up in that ass like

Dong Strongarm in the place at alarming rates

Got a fifth and that`s all it takes

for me to flip won`t slip

Try to front on and get your fronts chipped

Runnin chicks home in plush whips, get a duck sick

Let it be known we got a song that don`t quit



Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew



And every hoe that my crew know

Like Tonya, Michelle, and Nicky

And every show that my crew blow

Like the Apollo, or BET

And everywhere that my crew go

Like Philly, New York, or DC

You know we get down, you know we get down



Verse Two: Tracey Lee



Yeah this is how we get down with no question

Run up in a chicken`s midsection, boom I rock on

from marathons to quick sessions

Menage-a-trois, killin your whole crew

with at least sixteen bars like MC`s supposed to

A real MC, take you, to School like D

I`m Kool like G, in Rap, I use the mic, to rule like a pharoah

Dipped in my Nike apparel, you know we get down

Bad to the bone like marrow chicks

Crack your boom, Tray gets played from the plat the greatest tune

Philly`s in here, been here, lyrics they win here

Why did you go there? I swear

RNF tears the things like that

We breakin your team up like a salary cap, and it don`t stop

until I get the cream like Shaq

Seventeen mil annual, flammable



Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew



And every hoe that my crew know

Like Tasha, Yvette, or Sha-See

And every show that my crew blow

Like the Palladium or MTV

And everywhere that my crew go

Like Atlanta, LA, or Jersey

You know we get down, you know we get down



It`s party time

Ohhhhh yeah, it`s party time, havin a party, c`mon

(repeat 2X)



Verse Three: Tracey Lee



So with no question, hey, lyrics get etched in

stone destined to be, y`all niggaz Jonesin

A threat when, in the zone get protection

duke the best in, my profession

When I ride loops like a stretch Benz, heads get laced

D-Dot keep the chrome cocked, just in case

Tracey Lee rocks son I`m chosen

Whenever we got this party scene live it`s frozen

Whoaaa, time to close in on those who be dozen

Not tryin to hear it, without wine and spirit

Shows continue to blow the venue

With flows that`s sicked than influ-enza

Roll with a squad that injures pretenders

I`m pullin your card, so surrender

Bombard your agenda, at last RNF stash

with more pitch slaughterin, so we be the new world order in



Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew



And everywhere that my crew go

And every hoe that my crew know

And every show that my crew blow

You know we get down, you know we get down

(repeat 2X)

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